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OOC: Set just after meeting with sky.
Shawchert was feeling down, not on himself, he was worried, strictly for what he’d done that could have posed the pack problems. Not only that but he caused trouble for both Orin and Skye. Could he do anything worse? Possibly, the man was returning home chastened and unhappy. He hated himself right now for everything he did but he was trying not to feel sorry for himself. Sitting against one of the Terrace’s trees he sat thinking what he should do. Patrol was the best thing in his mind, but what good would that do if they sent their army here after the refugees? He wouldfight... he’d protect his pack, but he was only one man.... but there were others. He was thinking of what he could do now though. He hit the back of his head against the tree, knowing it wouldn’t help him but hoping it would give him some inspiration.